C29 Ma Petite 5

A corner smile appeared on my lips.

“I’ll cook something. Do you drink wine?”

Her eyes lit up, that sharp, audacious intelligence focusing back on me.

“I’m French, Dominic. Wine is in my blood.”

I let her settle onto one of the high stools at the open kitchen counter while I started working. I opened a bottle of a full-bodied, complex red Burgundy and poured two glasses